Filled prompt from the drabble meme over at puckrachel on LJ..


Prompt - I would rather fight with you than make love to anyone else.

Puck was going crazy. It wasn't something new when your girlfriend was Rachel Berry, the girl does have her picture under the definition of 'crazy' in the dictionary, and it wasn't the first time his possessiveness of her was getting the best of him, but this was just a whole new level.

They're in this lame party that Mike threw and she's been on the other side of the room from him the entire night. OK, so the party isn't really lame, but he can't say he's enjoying himself, and that's really a waste of a perfectly good Friday night. And all because his girlfriend decided to pick a fight with him right before they left her house. And being in a party when you're pissed at your girlfriend, when said girlfriend looks like Rachel looks tonight (tight dress, legs that go on for miles in high heels that do something amazing to her posture, all big eyes and loose curls.. yeah, his girl is hot, he knows it) but does everything she can to not be near you but close to other guys (he's been shooting glares in the direction of each one she talks to), it sucks.

"Dude, are you even listening to me?" Finn turns his head to see what Puck is staring at and sighs. "What's with you guys tonight?"

"Nothing." Comes the mumbled reply, and Puck finally tears his eyes away from Rachel.

Finn just shoots him a look that clearly says, 'yeah, try that one someone else.'

"She's fucking trying to drive me crazy!" Puck finally spits out when his eyes return to Rachel and he sees her laying her hand on some douche from the hockey team as she laughs at something the guy says. He bets it's not even that funny. Puck knows the guy. He's a moron. "If he so much as lays a finger on her I'm going to kill him."

"You know she doesn't mean for anything to happen with anyone but you, right?" Finn says quietly.

"Yeah, well, she has a fucking weird way of showing that tonight." The hand holding his beer bottle tightens around the cool glass.

"What happened tonight?" Finn tries. "When we left you guys this afternoon everything was fine."

Puck can't get his mind away from the image of Rachel and this guys long enough to even remember what this whole thing was about anyways. Something about football practice, or glee, or this party, it doesn't even matter. All that matters is that they are both here, but she's not next to him, where he can make sure everyone knows she's off limits and that he's the only one who can touch her.

"Whatever, dude." He practically shoves him beer bottle at Finn and starts towards her when he notices the douche she's been talking to exchange a look with some other dude when Rachel is not looking. Puck knows that look all too well. It says, 'score!' Yeah, not gonna happen.

"Hey douche bag, wanna find someone else's girl to hit on? This one's too hot for you."

Rachel stiffens when she hears his voice from behind her. She could feel his eyes on her all night. And OK, she knows that she's been avoiding him all night, practically ever since they stepped through the front door, but she also knows that if she hadn't been around guys all night he wouldn't be this angry right now. She could have been hanging out with the girls, but darn it, she's angry too.

She didn't mean to start a fight, really, she was just so hurt when she overheard his conversation with Matt this afternoon at school and it bothered her. Hearing your boyfriend of a year saying that he's looking forward to all the 'fresh supply of hot chicks' (his words, not hers, she hates that term) at college next year is not something one is happy to hear. And when he picked her up and was acting as if nothing had happened, she couldn't keep silent about it anymore. So she called him out on it and they got into this huge argument about it, and when they got to Mike's house she just had to stay away from him.

But right now he's grabbing her arm and dragging her towards the stairs.

"Noah!" She's practically shouting, but the loud music is doing a good job of drowning the sound of her voice so not a lot of people turn their head in their direction. "Get your hands off me!"

She's trying to free her arm as he starts up the stairs and he shoots her a looks that says 'don't even thing about it'. But that only aggravates her more. When he finds an empty room, shoves her inside and closes the door behind them she finally explodes.

"Could you act more like a caveman, Noah? This just goes perfect with your behavior early today. You just have no disregard to anyone's feelings but yourself, you know that, right? You say what you want without thinking how it sounds or what anyone else thinks about it, and you do what you want.."

She's ranting on and on, standing in front of him, her hands practically flailing around her when he cuts her off.

"I do what I want?" He's standing just steps from her trying to contain himself from grabbing her again. "Jesus fuck, Berry, if I did what I wanted I would be down there enjoying the party instead of standing here fighting with my crazy girlfriend."

That just sets her off again.

"Well, what's stopping you?" She glares at him. "You can start checking out the fresh supply of chicks in this school as preparation for next year." She practically spits out of the word 'chicks'.

"Christ, are we still talking about this shit? I told you it was nothing."

"Nothing?" Her voice gets so high she probably would have been proud of her vocal abilities had she not been so pissed off at the moment. "Yes, Noah, it's certainly nothing when your boyfriend practically admits to anyone who can hear him that he's not interested in his girlfriend anymore."

She gets quiet than and this is the part that scares him the most about this whole thing. He can deal with her crazy, and her shouting and the speeches. He can't deal with the sagging of her shoulders and her saying the next thing so softly to him, because he knows that what comes next are tears.

"Why are you even still with me if you want other girls?"

It takes him just two steps before he's in front of her, walking her back to press her against the wall, his hands in her hair and his lips on hers. He kisses her hard, pressing his whole body against hers. By the time he finally pulls back, both of them a little short of breath, her hands are clutching his arms and her eyes are closed.

"Fuck, Rach, I'm more into fighting with you than fucking other girls."

His hips press into hers and a groan escapes her as she runs her hands up his arms to lock behind his neck. Puck's hands go down to her waist, keeping her pressed against him.

She opens her eyes and whispers to him, "I would rather fight with you than make love to anyone else, too."

"Don't really have a choice, babe." He's smirking at her, but his voice is soft. "Not like I'm gonna let anyone else touch that smoking body of yours. You're mine."

Rachel pulls herself even closer to him, trying to mask the shiver that runs through her at the sound of his voice and keep the smile off her lips. "This caveman act, Noah? Not really attractive."

She should be prepared for this when she sees the look in his eyes at her words, but she can't help but squeal in surprise and laugh as he bends down to fling her over his shoulder and carry her to the bed in the room. Her laughter dies as soon as his body is over hers and her lips are occupied again.